"What school is that?"
"The British Army. And I have more good news for you: I have established the fact that X exists. She had tea with him one day. Picked him up at the Midland, in the lounge."
"Picked him up? But she is just a child, and so— Oh, well, she told that story, of course. After that anything is possible. How did you find out that?"
He told her.
"You've had a bad day at The Franchise, haven't you," he said, when he had finished the saga of the coffee shops.
"Yes, I feel dirty all over. What was worse than the audience and the wall was the post. The postman gave it to the police to take in. It is not often that the police can be accused of disseminating obscene literature."
"Yes, I imagine it must have been pretty bad. That was only to be expected."
"Well, we have so few letters that we have decided that in future we shall burn everything without opening them, unless we recognise the writing. So don't use typescript if you write to us."
"But do you know my handwriting?"
"Oh, yes, you wrote us a note, you remember. The one Nevil brought that afternoon. Nice handwriting."
"Have you seen Nevil today?"
"No, but one of the letters was from him. At least, it wasn't a letter."
"A document of some kind?"
"No, a poem."
"Oh. Did you understand it?"
"No, but it made quite a nice sound."
"So do bicycle bells."
He thought she laughed a little. "It is nice to have poems made to one's eyebrows," she said. "But still nicer to have one's wall made clean. I do thank you for that-you and what's-their-names-Bill and Stanley. If you want to be very kind perhaps you would bring or send us some food tomorrow?"
"Food!" he said, horrified that he had not thought of that before; that was what happened when you lived a life where Aunt Lin put everything down in front of you, all but put the stuff in your mouth; you lost your capacity for imagination. "Yes, of course. I forgot that you would not be able to shop."
"It isn't only that. The grocer's van that calls on Monday didn't come today. Or perhaps," she added hastily, "it came and just couldn't call our attention. Anyhow, we should be so grateful for some things. Have you got a pencil there?"
She gave him a list of things, and then asked: "We didn't see today's Ack-Emma. Was there anything about us?"
"Some letters on the correspondence page, that is all."
"All anti, I suppose."
"I'm afraid so. I shall bring a copy out tomorrow morning when I bring the groceries, and you can see it for yourselves."
"I'm afraid we are taking up a great deal of your time."
"This has become a personal matter with me," he said.
"Personal?" She sounded doubtful.
"The one ambition of my life is to discredit Betty Kane."
"Oh; oh, I see." Her voice sounded half relieved, half-could it be? — disappointed. "Well, we shall look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
But she was to see him long before that.
He went to bed early, but lay long awake; rehearsing a telephone conversation that he planned to have with Kevin Macdermott; considering different approaches to the problem of X; wondering if Marion was asleep, in that silent old house, or lying awake listening for sounds.
His bedroom was over the street, and about midnight he heard a car drive up and stop, and presently through the open window he heard Bill's cautious call; not much more than a throaty whisper. "Mr. Blair! Hey, Mr. Blair!"
He was at the window almost before the second utterance of his name.
"Thank goodness," whispered Bill. "I was afraid the light might be Miss Bennet's."
"No, she sleeps at the back. What is it?"
"There's trouble at The Franchise. I've got to go for the police because the wire is cut. But I thought you'd want to be called, so I—"
"What kind of trouble?"
"Hooligans. I'll come in for you on my way back. In about four minutes."
"Is Stanley with them?" Robert asked, as Bill's great bulk merged with the car again.
"Yes, Stan's having his head bound up. Back in a minute." And the car fled away up the dark silent High Street.
Before Robert had got his clothes on he heard a soft «ssshush» go past his window, and realised that the police were already on their way. No screaming sirens in the night, no roaring exhausts; with no more sound than a summer wind makes among the leaves the Law was going about its business. As he opened the front door, cautiously so as not to wake Aunt Lin (nothing but the last trump was likely to wake Christina) Bill brought his car to a standstill at the pavement.
"Now tell me," Robert said, as they moved away.
"Well, we finished that little job by the light of the headlamps-not very professional, it isn't, but a lot better than it was when we got there-and then we switched off the heads, and began to put away our things. Sort of leisurely like; there was no hurry and it was a nice night. We'd just lit a cigarette and were thinking of pushing off when there was a crash of glass from the house. No one had got in our side while we were there, so we knew it must be round the sides or the back. Stan reached into the car and took out his torch-mine was lying on the seat because we'd been using it-and said: 'You go round that way and I'll go the other and we'll nip them between us. "
"Can you get round?"
"Well, it was no end of a business. It's hedge up to the wall end. I wouldn't like to have done it in ordinary clothes, but in overalls you just push hard and hope for the best. It's all right for Stan; he's slim. But short of lying on the hedge till it falls down there's no way through for me. Anyhow we got through, one on each side, and through the one at the back corners, and met in the middle of the back without seeing a soul. Then we heard more crashing of glass, and realised that they were making a night of it. Stan said: 'Hoist me up, and I'll give you a hand after me. Well, a hand would be no good to me, but it happens that the field level at the back comes fairly high up the wall-in fact I think it was probably cut away to build the wall-so that we got over fairly easily. Stan said had I anything to hit with besides my torch and I said yes, I had a spanner. Stan said: 'Forget your bloody spanner and use your ham fist; it's bigger. "
"What was he going to use?"
"The old rugby tackle, so he said. Stan used to be quite a good stand-off half. Anyhow we went on in the dark towards the sound of the crashing glass. It seemed as if they were just having a breaking tour round the house. We caught up with them near the front corner again, and switched on our torches. I think there were seven of them. Far more than we had expected, anyhow. We switched off at once, before they could see that we were only two, and grabbed the nearest. Stan said: 'You take that one, sergeant, and I thought at the time he was giving me my rank out of old habit, but I realise now he was bluffing them we were police. Anyhow some of them beat it, because though there was a mix-up there couldn't have been anything like seven of them in it. Then, quite suddenly it seemed, there was quiet-we'd been making a lot of noise-and I realised that we were letting them get away, and Stan said from somewhere on the ground: 'Grab one, Bill, before they get over the wall! And I went after them with my torch on. The last of them was just being helped over, and I grabbed his legs and hung on. But he kicked like a mule, and what with the torch in my hand he slipped from my hands like a trout and was over before I could grab him again. That finished me, because from inside that wall at the back is even higher than it is at the front of the house. So I went back to Stan. He was still sitting on the ground. Someone had hit him a wallop over the head with what he said was a bottle and he was looking very cheap. And then Miss Sharpe came out to the top of the front steps, and said was someone hurt? She could see us in the torchlight. So we got Stan in-the old lady was there and the house was lit by this time-and I went to the phone, but Miss Sharpe said: 'That's no use. It's dead. We tried to call the police when they first arrived. So I said I'd go and fetch them. And I said I'd better fetch you too. But Miss Sharpe said no, you'd had a very hard day and I wasn't to disturb you. But I thought you ought to be in on it."